Driven By Fate(25)

“Yes. Yes. Oh…god,” she moaned, body writhing on the seat.

It wasn’t enough to make contact through her panties; he needed the real thing. He shoved the material down and teased her opening long enough to encounter wetness before shoving his middle finger into her tight, shaking heat. The perfect readiness of her forced him to loosen his bite on a groan. “Not as angry as you pretend to be, hmm?” He twisted his finger, grazing her inner walls with his knuckle. “Perhaps you’re just irritable because you can’t recreate the filthy, leg-shaking f*ck I gave you last night. And you know no one else can either. Either way, you will explain your disrespect or I’ll leave this ache right where it is.”

“No,” she moaned.

“Explain yourself, Francesca.”

Her sob echoed throughout the cab. “I am not jealous.”

Porter’s head came up. Damn, he wished he could see her face. From his position above her, he could only watch her shoulders tense. “Of what or whom are you not jealous?”

“That redhead. I’m not jealous of her.”

The heart that had sunk to his stomach tried to buoy back to the surface, but he capsized it. Something wanted to breach his anger, but he wouldn’t allow that, either. The alternative here was…tenderness. A foreign concept. Swallowing something akin to guilt, he spun Francesca onto her back, glad to still see the sparks shooting from her eyes. Surely he’d only imagined the vulnerability in her voice. “Listen to me well.” Porter took hold of her panties, peeling them down her legs. “I didn’t even remember she had red hair. I don’t remember the night before that. Or the week before that.” He hooked his hands beneath her knees, dragging her to the end of the seat. Finally, he allowed his gaze to take in a sight he’d been craving since last night. “Not while I’ve got your tight, eager * waiting for my mouth to play with it.”

A whimper broke free of her lips before she caught it. “Please.”

“Oh, no. It’s too late to beg.” He licked down the inside of her thigh, used his hands to push her knees open. “I might enjoy every word, but I’ll enjoy denying you even more. Let’s see how desperate we can get you, shall we?”

He shoved her legs wide and latched onto her clit, massaging it with his lips and tongue. Lips and tongue. Opening his mouth wide and closing halfway on a French kiss of her dampening flesh. Her ass came off the seat and she gave a husky cry, but he anticipated the move and pushed her hips back down. Christ, she’d never been f*cked correctly by a man’s mouth. He could hear the astonishment in her voice and it drove him on, made him relentless. His thumbs pressed hard into the sensitive area of her inner thighs, a ticklish spot he knew would send shockwaves to the delicious spot occupied by his tongue.

“Porter! Jesus, Jesus.” She twisted impatient fingers through his hair, hips tilting for more. “I’m going to…I can’t…”

His plan was to deny her. He couldn’t waver from it now that he’d said it out loud, told her what to expect. Fuck, though, he hadn’t gotten enough time between her legs. So sweet. So smooth. With a growl, Porter pulled away, one hand grappling with his belt buckle. “Greedy girl. You come too fast. Doubt that’s been a problem before, but it damn well is one with me, isn’t it?” He wrenched her T-shirt up and over her breasts. “Say yes. Say yes if you want my rock hard cock.”

Pride warred on her face, but it faltered when he released his erection from his constricting jeans. Her head tossed on the seat, eyes slamming shut. “Yes, okay? Yes.”

If he wasn’t in physical pain, he would have laughed at her assumption that he’d give in so easily. Oh, no. This was far from over. He fisted her T-shirt with his right hand, twisting the cotton and yanking her into a sitting position. Beautiful silver eyes flew open, landing on him with new awareness, a breathless one. Anticipatory. Porter sat back on the leather bench as he retrieved a condom from his pants pocket, rolling it on. Her T-shirt was still wrapped in his other fist and he used that grip to draw her closer now, until she straddled him.

Then he shredded the damn thing.

Porter took a moment to savor her open mouthed sob before he spoke. “Hands on the ceiling, Francesca.” The darkness, the escalated heat in his voice sounded unfamiliar, even to him. “That’s a good girl,” he praised against her ear when she complied with his order. “I want your pretty tits close enough for a hard suck. You want that, too, don’t you?”

Her nod was frantic. “Yes, please.”

Porter’s cock strained against his stomach, heavy and sensitive. He should already be inside her, but he knew the moment she was seated, his entire length inside of her, it would be a struggle not to pump pump pump until they were both mindless. Buying himself time, he wrapped his cock in a tight grip and smacked its swollen head against her wet heat. “What are you going to do with it?”

“Whatever you want.” The words released on a harsh exhale. “Anything. I need you.”

He suctioned his open mouth to her left nipple, drawing on it until her hips started to shake. “Tight, quick circles, maybe? You want to grind your clit all over me, don’t you, Francesca? Come like a greedy, crying princess on my lap?”

“Please let me, please let me.”

Denying her was starting to feel wrong. Her pupils were dilated, her head kept tipping back as if she couldn’t control the action. The thighs on either side of his hips were trembling, beginning to sweat. For him.